onlytobenormal | Happy Birthday [For samefivealbums]

Dean smiled and kissed Sam back, then got to his feet. He nodded at the bed. "Have a seat, Sammy."

He dug through their toys until he found the leather cuffs that locked together. He always liked the leather better than standard metal ones. Leather was less likely to actually hurt Sam when he pulled at them. He also collected the new toy before he returned to the bed.

He settled on the bed, watching Dean with a little anticipation as he got the cuffs and the new toy. He had to be really fucked up to actually be interested in this, but he didn't care. When Dean was back on the bed, he leaned in to kiss him deeply.

They were both fucked up and it worked for them. Dean didn't care anymore what anyone else might think. Sam's opinion was the only one that mattered to him and Sam seemed perfectly on-board with this idea.

He sat beside Sam and reached over to secure his wrists behind his back with the cuffs. Made sure they weren't buckled too tight, then pulled the leather strap out of the bag. The 'Little Brother' name still amused the hell out of him.

Dean reached over to cup Sam's chin in hand and bring him closer for a long, deep kiss.

Sam eagerly returned the kiss, testing his wrists in the cuffs a little, seeing how secure they were. He didn't expect them to be loose or anything though. He nibbled at the other's lower lip, tugging at it lightly as he parted from the kiss a little.

The two leather cuffs were connected by a single metal climber's hook which left really only about two inches of space between them. Sam wasn't going anywhere.

When Sam pulled back from the kiss, Dean grinned. "Originally, I planned to lay you out on the bed, but I think I like your idea of over my lap even better. C'mere, Sammy..." His hand moved from the side of Sam's face to cup the back of his neck and pull him down.

"Huh-" He was moving pulled down before he could protest and let out a soft chuckle. He shifted, trying to get comfortable... which wasn't entirely easy considering he didn't have hands to brace himself with.

"You like me like this, Dean?" He shifted, pressing himself harder against Dean's leg, just teasing.

"You bet your ass I do." Speaking of Sam's ass, Dean smoothed his hand over it lightly. In this position, he couldn't really see all of Sam's back and shoulders, with his arms pinned back like that, which was a shame because Sam's had a very nice back. Still, what he could see, and even better, what he could feel was damn good.

He gave his brother an experimental swat with his hand, not really hard enough to sting. "Feels like you're starting to like it, too."

He bit his lip at that swat, though it wasn't really enough to really hurt or anything. He tipped his head forward a little bit and shifted. "Shut up, jerk," he protested lightly at the comment. Yeah, okay, so he was liking it a little.

Even if it was embarrassing to be bent over his brother's lap, letting him spank him... honest to God spank him. He wasn't going to get into the reasons why that was a turn on though, wasn't going to dissect it. Just wanted to enjoy it and see where Dean went with it.

As soon as his hand landed from the swat, it was rubbing lightly at the slight red mark. He smiled to himself as he lifted his hand again.

"You're not really in a position to give me orders right now, Sammy," he taunted lightly before he brought his hand down again to redden another spot on Sam's ass. his palm stung a little, now, as he rubbed the more sensitive skin. Dean could be as pliant and submissive as anyone, but once the roles reversed, he was more than happy to take control.

Whatever Sam might have said died on his tongue when Dean's hand came down again. He bit his lower lip, just focusing on the sting from the swat and the almost soothing touch afterward. He worried his lower lip to keep any noises at bay.

Until he heard 'stop' he was going to go on ahead with this experiment. He was kind of enjoying this. Okay, more than just 'kind of'. He swatted Sam several more times in rapid succession, increasing the force a tiny bit with each one. His brother's skin was fairly red when he decided to give his stinging palm a break.

He rubbed soothing circles against Sam's ass a minute before he picked up the leather strap and brought it down lightly across the warmed skin.

Sam couldn't hold back the stray whimper or groan at the increassing force of those swats, at each sting of pain that traveled through his nerves. You wouldn't have thought it'd feel good in a way, that it would have him twitching against his brother's leg and grinding discreetly when he thought he could get away with it.

"Dean," he groaned at the coolness of the leather against skin taht felt overheated. He bit at his lower lip, looking back over his shoulder a little hazily and tugging a little at those restraints. "Fuck..."

"Hmmm?" He noticed the grinding. Difficult to be subtle when you're naked, in someone's lap. It was proof Sam was enjoying this, though, so Dean certainly wasn't going to complain.

Giving his brother's ass a short break, he lifted the strap and brought it down with a slight, stinging smack across the tops of his thighs.

The strap stung even worse, it had him gasping out and tensing up in surprise when it hit the his thighs. "No- nothing. Nothing." Just fuck, he couldn't get over he was letting the other do this, let alone remotely enjoying it.

Dean's free hand rubbed soothing circles against Sam's back as he brought the strap down on him again. He was pretty amazed, himself, that Sam, was going along with this.

His hand smoothed down his brother's red skin. "You doing okay, Sammy?"

There was a part of him that was embarrassed by all this--more by the fact that he was enjoying it and he had the distinct feeling no one should enjoy getting whacked on the ass, let alone find the sting and the heat of it sexy. Even more when it was their big brother doing it... who probably expected him to tell him to stop it, to not be that fucked up. This wasn't normal and he'd probably never live it down either.

And then there was the part that jerked and writhed and enjoyed it, the way he couldn't deny how hot he was when his cock was caught between his body and his brother's leg. Fuck.

He licked his lips, deciding to keep his face pressed forward, nodding at the question. "Yeah, fuck... just- more intense than your hand, dude..." He managed a breathless, awkward chuckle. "Enjoying yourself?"

Dean was enjoying this way too much to tease Sam about it. Although he really did expect Sam to call it off any second. He put the strap down and went back to his hand. Didn't really want to hurt Sam, after all.

"You can't tell?" He wiggled his hips a little, cock hard against Sam's belly where he laid over Dean's lap.

Sam's breath hitched and he groaned at the pressure of his brother's cock up against his stomach, smirking a little bit. "So, what are we going to do about that?" He finally got up the nerve to look over his shoulder at the other, giving a short, hazy smirk.

"Mmm... dunno, Sammy. Think I should bend you over the bed and fuck you senseless?" He gave his brother's ass another swat and grinned. "Or maybe I'll make you suck me off while your hands are bound and you can't jerk yourself off?"

Sam groaned at the next swat, biting at his lower lip. "Oh, God, Dean..." He squirmed a little, barely biting back a little whine. "I think it's your call, Dean... You kinda got me tied up at the moment, so I think I got to do whatever my big brother wants me to do."

"Hmmm. Think I like the idea of my little brother on his knees with my cock in his mouth..." Dean grinned and gave Sam another swat with his hand. Sometime later, he definitely wanted to feel that strap for himself. His hand rubbed back and forth across Sam's red, heated skin. "Think you've had enough spanking for right now or do you deserve a few more licks?"

He groaned at the next swat. His skin still stung, felt overheated and each slap of his brother's hand just intensified it. It was bordering on just too much and god, he kind of liked it. But his brother's cock was pressed up against his stomach and all he could think about was getting to Dean, watching him come undone. "I... want to suck you off, Dean, now."

"Mmmm... alright." He reached down to slide an arm across Sam's chest and help him sit up again. Kissed him hard before he helped him down from the bed, onto his knees beside him.

Sitting wasn't exactly pleasant just yet, so he was all too eager to get back on his knees after that kiss. He fidgeted with the restraints again as he leaned in to kiss at his brother's hip, slowly working his way towards his cock. No reason he shouldn't get to tease a little too, right?

Dean never minded a little teasing. One hand reached down to stroke Sam's hair while he watched him. His legs spread a little further apart to give him plenty of room to work.

Happy Birthday [For samefivealbums]

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